Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2023 21:00:34 +0000
From: 2son2s <2son2s@proton.me>
Subject: Office Urinal Saga: Part 7

Office Urinal Saga: Part 7 -- Gay Urination / Authoritarian

This is a continuation of my first Nifty submission after many years
enjoying the content as a reader (donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ if
you're able!).

While each character in this saga is molded after a real person and real
events, this story is pure fantasy.

If you're not old enough to be here, please do not read. If you're not into
kinky male on male gay sex, this is not for you either.

Finally, I'd love to hear your feedback and comments: 2son2s@proton.me
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Wednesday. Honestly a breath of fresh air, at least a little bit of
routine! Since Sir had begun whoring me out I'd drank more piss from more
cocks than I'd had combined in the previous year. Not to mention I was
basically on call with Sport ever since Coach brought us together.

Not that I would complain about all that. I loved it. But it was all
completely impromptu. And that was starting to take a toll on me.

But Wednesday: I could count on at least seeing if Master needed my
services. Probably about 60% of the time he'd use me. The rest of the time
he no showed to our planning spot. But at least I knew where to be when to
find out my instructions!

So there I was, Wednesday 11 am in line for coffee, the usual. Suddenly I
hear whispered softly so only I could hear it:

"Faggot. Got plans for you today. Over lunch. At noon be in the lobby of my
building. Don't disappoint me."

I stood there for another 20 seconds before pretending I got a call and
leaving the line. I looked at my calendar and, luckily, saw I was free at
lunch and early afternoon. I couldn't disappoint Master.

I went ahead and blocked off the entire afternoon just to be safe and
headed back to my office. Master hadn't used me outside of the restrooms
before so this was an interesting turn of events. I was intrigued and
excited.

I decided to really lean into work the hour I had to kill and try to get as
much done as possible. Needed to do better about not letting my pig life
interfere with work life. I set an alarm for 10 til noon and got to work.

*bzzzzzz* the alarm goes off.

"Oh shit. That was fast!" I think to myself before grabbing my phone and
begin walking to the appointed meeting place.

The lobby of Master's building is never terribly busy. So when I arrived I
just sort of hovered near the elevator bank, unsure what else to do.

Directly at noon Master walked off an elevator. He was alone and the lobby
was empty but for me, so he came right up to me and said,

"Follow me, at a slight distance. Don't make it obvious."

With that he took off walking. I casually waited a few seconds before
taking off in the same direction. He headed back towards my office
building, then kept going towards the neighboring hotel. "Probably headed
towards the basement restroom," I thought. I'd been there once already
today as a urinal for one of Sir's clients. I was there more and more
frequently these days.

As we walked I took the opportunity to really take Master in. Deep olive
brown skin with short cropped dark black hair, including fur on his arms
and legs. Although he was facing away at the moment I knew he had beautiful
hazel eyes and a smooth clean cut face. He wore scrubs, in line with his
profession, but they molded perfectly skin tight to his body, including his
bubble butt which I'd never had the opportunity to appreciate before - I
was usually focused on his delicious uncut cock.

I was pulled out of my trance (with a fresh semi in my pants) when, instead
of going down the escalators towards the basement once at the hotel, Master
passed by and walked towards the elevator bank. I'd been in the hotel rooms
there before, the one-off business traveler looking for a quick blow
job. I'd always been happy to oblige. But I hadn't even remotely expected
this. Did Master have a room?

He'd already pressed the Up button as I walked up to stand beside him. We
waited in silence until the elevator arrived and we walked on. Master
pressed the button for the 23rd floor and, after the door closed, started
to talk.

"I've got a room. Faggots aren't allowed clothes in there. So I suggest
once we reach the floor you start working to get those off before we get
there."

"Yes, Master," was all I could reflexively say. Hopefully there wasn't
anyone in the halls.

The elevator beeped and the door opened on floor 23. Master stepped off the
elevator with me on his tail. My hands were already undoing the buttons on
my shirt and soon I was pulling it off. Holding it over my elbow I paused
to take my shoes and socks off, picking them up in my left hand and began
walking again while unbuttoning my jeans. I saw ahead of me about 15 feet
that Master has stopped in front of a door and turned to face me.

"Hop to it, faggot" he stated calmly.

With that I stopped, threw down my jeans and jock I was wearing, grabbed
everything and walked naked the rest of the way.

"Sorry Master" I huffed out as I arrived at the door. He hadn't opened it
yet.

"On your knees and ask for permission to enter" he replied.

I dropped to my knees and started to beg.

"Please, Master, may I enter your room."

"Haha. Love watching a faggot squirm and beg. Alright. Come on." He laughed
and opened the door so I could scramble in.

I began folding my clothes and piling them by the door before starting to
kneel onto my knees to await instructions. That's when I noticed we weren't
alone.

"Dad?!" I exclaimed when I recognized him. He was naked. Tanned skin
covered in dark black fur with streaks of grey, he was simply
gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, manicured beard and untrimmed bush of
pubes. Every time I saw him I was briefly stunned into silence by his
beauty.

He, like Master, was uncut. His cock was slightly longer than Masters 6 and
a half inches, whereas Masters was thicker.

"Hey boy! When Doc here said he knew a faggot who we could have some fun
with I should've known it would be you," Dad said through a laugh as he
strode forward to wrap me in a bear hug.

We stood there embracing each other nude as Master, still fully clothed,
walked up to us.

"This cocksucker never misses an appointment" Master said, referring to
Dad. "Loves getting an extra prostrate check, which of course is my
speciality," he added with a slap on Dad's backside.

"Fuck yea, Doc!" Dad responded.

I was still in a state of shock. Never expected to meet two of my regulars
at the same time like this. In a hotel room too, we could be completely
uninhibited.

"What your Dad here doesn't know is that the two of you are going to be
servicing more than just me today. I've got an ad up already - no loads
refused dad and son pair," Master informed us. This was wild. I couldn't
wait.

"Here's what you're going to do. Faggot, after I blindfold you, you're
going to lay down on the bed with your head over the edge," Master started
giving directions and orders like a pro. "Then Dad here will get on top, in
the doggy style, and begin fucking your face. But that's only until the
loads start arriving. Dad's ass will be presented over the faggots
face. The visitors can chose throat or ass. Or alternate. Faggot is going
to swallow all the cum. If they decide to cum in Dad, faggot will suck it
out and then swallow. And if they need to piss they've been informed about
the urinal."

"Damn, Doc! You're full of surprises today. Sounds great to me." Dad
responded eagerly.

My cock reacted to this by stiffening and began oozing precum. I waited as
Master walked over with a blindfold and then they guided me into position.

I was about to be throat fucked by an unknown number of anonymous men,
swallowing all their cum and piss. Some of which will pass through Dad's
hairy ass first. I was in pig heaven.

I felt Dad step onto the bed and climb over me. His hefty cock hard and now
laying on my face. I opened my mouth and started licking at it, trying to
convince it into my mouth and down my throat.

Dad took control and guided it for me until I could feel his balls resting
against my nose, the head of his cock at the back of my throat. He started
pumping it in and out in a steady rhythm, his balls smooshing into my face
each time he hit the back.

I was focused on the job at hand so I never heard anyone else arrive. But
they must have because suddenly there was another cock in my face. Dad
removed his so I could begin sucking the new one. I felt Dad's wet cock now
resting on my chin as I explored the newcomers penis.

It wasn't as long as Dad's so it didn't go all the way back, but the owner
of it still got to work fucking my face. Plenty of drool and saliva worked
up and coated it. I suspected I was the lube dispenser getting the cock
lubed up for Dad's hole.

Before long my suspicions were confirmed as the cock left my mouth and I
heard Dad moan as it must have entered his ass above me. I could feel the
thrusts on top of me. Dad was in heaven, moaning loudly and being verbal as
always. "Fuck yea. Harder! Fuck me, please! Give it to me" was the constant
stream from Dad's mouth.

I kept my mouth open, ready for anything. Between the thrusting, Dad's cock
was thrashing around hitting my face. I tried to get it into my mouth but
failed. Was like a faggot game. I guess I needed more practice.

But eventually the dude stopped fucking Dad and went back into my mouth. I
could taste Dad's hole on his cock. It was delicious. I sucked deep and
hard. Dad's essence had put me into overdrive. Suddenly, my mouth flooded
and I heard deep moans above. The man was cumming. I swallowed like a good
pig and kept sucking until he pulled out and walked away. Dad inserted his
cock back into my mouth but just held it there as we prepared for the next
one. I heard Master address the man whose load I'd just swallowed say "you
sure you don't need to piss? Alright then. Who's next? Form a line!"

A line!? How many were there? My mind didn't have long to ponder our
audience before a new cock hit my mouth and Dad's dick. He pulled it out
and the new one took its place. He didn't start fucking though. Instead he
kept still with just the tip past my lips. I knew the signs and prepared
myself.

Seconds later the flow began and I gulped steadily as his piss filled my
urinal mouth, joining the load of cum in my belly. How much more cum and
piss would I have in there by the end of lunch?

When he finished pissing he moved in and I got to feel how big he
was. Turns out, really big. Bigger than Dad at least. I started to gag. If
he was going to fuck my throat long his piss might end up back out of my
belly.

He was methodical with his cock, building up the throat lube without
forcing up the contents of my belly. I was impressed. Finally, he moved
onto Dad, who had been sucking on my cock while he was waiting for some
action.

The anonymous man must have been close because he didn't have much time to
get into a rhythm fucking before shouting out and busting his nut into Dad.

"Next! Faggot, you can swallow all the loads from his ass later. Dad, hold
his legs up. I'm going to fuck him while you two are busy," Master as usual
was in complete control.

The next hour was a glorious steady stream of cock, cum and piss. I didn't
attempt to count the cocks or loads. Master fucked me deep and hard the
whole time, edging himself while giving directions and managing the
line. He did finally erupt and plant his seed deep inside of me before
announcing:

"Alright faggot, that's the end of `em, it's time to swallow the rest of
that cum that your Dad here is storing for you."

My blindfold was removed. I readjusted to the lighting and saw the room was
empty save for the three of us. I scootched up the bed some so Dad could
have a better angle over me.

"You ready for this, boy?" Dad asked. "I stopped counting at 10 loads."

"Yessir, let me have it, Dad!" I answered.

With that, Dad settled his well used asshole above my mouth and began to
push. I watched as his hairy puffy hole started to ooze and then open up
and drop steady gobs of cum. It just kept coming, like a waterfall into my
piggy mouth. I occasionally reached up with my face to suck on his ass and
coax more out. Eventually, though, the well ran dry and Dad collapsed
beside me.

"You two are dirty fucking sluts," Master informed us, "faggot, I got to
piss, get over here."

I obeyed and put my mouth on Masters cock and drank every drop as he
released. It was my 7th piss load of the day, counting the one from the
morning. As he wrapped up he started to get dressed.

"I have to get back to work. Feel free to use the room and the bathroom to
clean yourselves up and whatever else you fags want to do with it, it's
paid for the night so no rush. Dad, make sure your son remembers no clothes
in the room. He dresses in the hallway." Master had it all planned out as
usual.

"No problem, Doc, I'll be sure to keep him in line. And thanks got the room
and the loads!" Dad answered for us both.

"We'll do it again sometime for sure. Ok. I'm headed out. Faggot, open up."
Master ordered. I obeyed and he spit in before leaving the room.

"Fuck, boy!" Dad exclaimed as he grabbed me and started playfully
wrestling, "you got anywhere to be?"

I grinned and wrestled back, "fuck no, Dad. I'm happy right here."

Work could wait...